Exaptation

He waits on the corner of Mission and 21st. Their third date. He wears a black shirt, blousy around his paunch. He mentioned in a text that he had ten pounds to lose, though his online profile stated he couldn’t date anyone who was even a little overweight. Well, she...
The New Colonialism

The New Colonialism

My mother completed her pediatric residency in Long Island, New York some 43 years ago, before the era of paid maternity leave. Every year on my birthday, she recounts the details of my birth, always including the fact that she worked until a few hours before having...
In Defense of Sudden Outsiders

In Defense of Sudden Outsiders

In the past week, I have been thinking about my childhood trips to India. The jet lag—the surreal feeling of leaving one country and waking up in another. Upon returning to the United States, my sister and I would stay up all night until my father took us to...
Motherhood and the Gita

Motherhood and the Gita

I have finally begun reading the Bhagavad Gita, at the age of 36. I’ve known about it for years, of course, but instead chose to read works from the western canon—Shakespeare, Donne, Swift, with an occasional helping of Stephen King. I’ve always believed that certain...

Becoming American

On November 4, 2008, I became an American Although I was born in the United States and have lived here my whole life, I have always considered myself Indian-American. That hyphenation epitomized to me my discomfort with being simply an “American” and my fractured...